“I wouldn’t hump your leg, I’d put you on all fours and...”
“Gus,” Lothar snapped.“Stop talking about mounting Ursula.Talk about something else.”
He shrugged.“Sure.Hey, Lothar?”
“What, Gus?”
“Before you mated Roxy, how many females did you mount?”
Rox giggled, and I snorted, almost spraying out my sip of beer.
“Fucking hell,” Lothar said.
“Thanks, Gus,” I said.
“You’re welcome.”He smiled wide, then frowned.“Hang on, I didn’t do anything, did I?”
“You made me smile.”
He smiled wider.“I like it when you smile, it makes me think of...”
“Whatever you’re about to say, don’t,” Lothar said.
He looked affronted.“I wasn’t going to talk about mounting,” he said.
“Good,” Lothar said.
“I was going to ask what getting a blow job was like.”
Lothar groaned, and Roxy fell back, laughing her ass off.
“What did I say?”Gus said.
And as shitty as I felt, I couldn’t hold back my chuckle.This was what I needed.To be with family.I needed to stop thinking about Silas, stop overanalyzing every moment we’d spent together and put him in the past.
This was all I needed.All I’d ever need.
Silas
“Do you know Lucifer’s weakness?”
Uriel had asked me the same question over and over again.“No.”
He snarled and backhanded me.“All you have to do is answer my questions,” he screamed in my face.“And you can have all your powers back.”
Blood spilled from my beaten body.Every bone had been broken more than once.And every time my body tried to heal itself, Uriel or the angels working with him broke me all over again.But I hadn’t talked.I hadn’t told that motherfucker one thing, not about Lucifer and not about Urs or the handmaids.I spat blood on the floor.
“If you don’t talk, I’ll have no choice but to take those wings back, Silas.”
I kept my mouth firmly closed.
“You would give up your wings for Lucifer?”he said in disbelief.
Not for Lucifer, but I had no intention of correcting him.
He picked up the knife he’d already used on me when he’d come in here earlier and slashed his blade through my bicep.I ground my teeth together, refusing to cry out.The blade was forged in Hell, and like Ursula’s, had the ability to kill me, which meant every slice he made would scar, something that was considered shameful.Angels believed themselves perfect in every way.The marks Uriel had put all over my body would make me an outcast even if I wanted to return.I would be seen as weak, others would see the scars and assume I’d lost a battle to a demon.Uriel was trying to humiliate me.What he didn’t realize was that I didn’t give a fuck what any of my former brethren thought of me, not anymore.
He wasn’t my family.My family was back at the knights’ compound.All this time, I hadn’t truly allowed myself to be one of them, not really, because deep inside I wanted to be restored to what I once was.Something I’d considered better in all ways than what had remained of me after my fall.One of God’s righteous warriors.Some perfect being in the eyes of our lord.It was all bullshit.